A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

"Just a pugnacious rookie!"

Before the words fell, the wind howled, and the light of the knife flickered.

The ear-piercing buzz sounded in his ears, and Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils shrank sharply.

The attack of the man in front of him seems to be more violent than before, but...he didn't try his best! ?
The light and shadows that are approaching the extreme are constantly intertwined, one large and one small Zanpakuto draw dazzling phantoms in the air, and the spiritual pressure bursting from the blades keeps slashing and leaving a series of hideous lines on the surrounding buildings. Mark of.

"Hey hey hahahaha—"

Madarame laughed maniacally and kept waving the blade.

Although the Zanpakuto in his hand can be described as 'slender' compared to Kurosaki Ichigo, the gap in combat experience made him undoubtedly temporarily suppress Kurosaki Ichigo.

Yes, this is only temporary.

Even Madarame realized this himself, that's why he laughed.

Because this guy in front of me is just too funny.

He obviously looks like an aggressive rookie who can show off his abilities, not like a fighter at all, but the opponent's reaction speed is so fast that he is surprised, and the speed of growth is also shocking. He seems to have adapted to his own in a short period of time. Attack, and from time to time can also launch a sharp counterattack that gave him a headache.

This skill... almost caught up with him!
"You laugh ass!"

For some reason, Kurosaki Ichigo felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he heard the guy in front of him laughing. He always felt that this guy seemed to be looking down on him again.

Just now this guy actually used him as a foil?It was the first time he saw such a narcissistic bald head!
"Boy! You're very good! You're almost on par with me! I'm curious. You're obviously a rookie. To say you rely on 'instinct' seems to be too flattering. So—who is your teacher?"

The corner of Madarame is still on the offensive.

"Stop it!"

Kurosaki Ichigo curled his lips in disdain, with an unhappy expression on his face, "I don't know if that guy is my teacher, he only taught me fighting skills for ten days! How is it?! How long have you practiced, you bald donkey? Even I Can't make it in ten days!?"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

The corner of Madarame laughed instead of anger, laughed and continued to slash, obviously holding a Zanpakutō that looked extremely fragile in his hand, but he used it more brutally than the giant blade in Kurosaki's hand .

The fierce offensive seems to have completely given up on defense and only focused on offense. For a while, Kurosaki Ichigo was completely suppressed by this terrifying momentum.

"Boy, stop being arrogant! It's just a compliment to you, do you really think you are powerful?"

"You are also called a compliment!? You bastard with a bald head!"

"##!! I said yes! Thank you, brat!"

Madarame backed away with a maniacal laugh, and raised his other hand, which was the sheath of his Zanpakutō.

"I heard that ten days can teach you to look like this, so who is that guy?"

"His name is Kisuke Urahara. What?"

Kurosaki Ichigo watched the opponent's change of posture and became more vigilant.

He is now different from when he was fighting Asai Renji before. He already knows that the god of death will only really move after calling out his Zanpakuto name.

In other words, the bald man in front of him didn't use his full strength at all.

"!?"

Hearing this name, the smile on Madarame's face instantly froze.

A figure full of oppression emerged in his memory. It was Urahara Kisuke who was wearing the captain haori when he was still the captain.

But soon, he grinned again, "So that's it, it's him!"

"What? You know that guy?"

Kurosaki Ichigo frowned.

However, Madarame did not answer, but the aura on his body was suddenly sidelined, and the spiritual pressure suddenly rose.

"In this case... If you kill you hastily, it would be too rude to him."

As he spoke, he slammed the raised scabbard into the handle of Zanpakuto 1 to splice the two together.

"Grow it longer! Ghost Lantern Ball!"

With the chanting of Jiefangyu, the scabbard and the whole knife instantly merged into one, and the original Japanese sword became a weapon like a spear.

"gun!?"

Kurosaki Ichigo also thought so when he saw the weapon for the first time.

He took a few steps back vigilantly, because without thinking about it, he knew that Changqiao's attack distance was farther than the blade in his hand, and if he didn't stand farther away, he would be poked.

However, he didn't seem to react. Once he opened the distance, he couldn't attack the opponent.

"Ah! Scared? But now is no time to surprise you! Ichigo!"

Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo subconsciously retreating, the smile on Madarame's face became even wider.

A rookie is indeed a rookie.

"I'm going to fuck! Don't miss it!"

As he said that, he stepped forward suddenly, holding a long-handled weapon, he no longer slashed like before, but completely changed his attack method to a straight stab.

Faced with the sudden change of offensive, Kurosaki Ichigo was a little embarrassed to deal with it for a while, but it was not impossible to cope.

"Who are you underestimating!?"

He kept using the Zanpakutō in his hand to bounce off the opponent's stabs, with a smile on his face, "I can see your attack clearly by keeping the distance like this! How could you miss it!?"

"Oh. You're wrong!"

There was a weird smile on Madarame's face, as if a trick had succeeded.

"what?"

Seeing the smile on the other party's face, Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly taken aback.

He knew something was wrong right away, but it was too late to react.

"Split, Ghost Lantern Ball!"

Following Madarame's call, the spear-like Zanpakutō changed again.

"jingle--"

The sound of the chains colliding sounded, and the long spear, which was still in one piece, suddenly split into three sections connected by chains!
"That's what I meant when I said 'don't look away'!"

Madarame laughed wildly at the corner, and slightly pulled the hand holding the Zanpakuto horizontally. The original Zanpakuto suddenly changed direction, because the sudden shape change made the attack trajectory unpredictable.

puff--

A hideous wound instantly appeared on Kurosaki Ichigo's right arm holding the sword, his arm suddenly lost strength, and the Zanpakuto also fell to the ground.

"Hehe. How are you guys!?"

Madarame looked at Kurosaki Ichigo's distressed appearance from a corner, and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but began to taunt again, "My ghost lamp pill is not a gun! It's a three-section stick! It hurts!? Are your hands even stabbed now? Can't hold it anymore!?"

"..."

Ignoring the other party's taunt, Kurosaki Ichigo picked up Zan Yue in silence, and then wrapped his arm with the bandage that was originally wrapped around the handle of the knife to fix his injured hand and the handle of the knife together.

"Okay." After finishing all this, he raised his head and looked at the corner of Madarame in front of him. "You gods of death are really despicable. Not only do you carry wound medicine with you, but you even use this method to attack."

"Hmph, what a fart you know, it's called wisdom!"

Madarame retorted.

"It doesn't matter, it's just the beginning."

boom--

Before the words fell, Kurosaki Ichigo's figure disappeared in place.

Madarame realized that the person in front of him had disappeared, suddenly felt a dangerous breath descending from the sky, and subconsciously dodged sideways.

The Zanpakuto with a violent spiritual pressure crashed down, splitting a hideous gap in the high wall behind him.

"Is this your power, kid."

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help showing a ferocious smile on his face again.

That's the fun!If he solved it so easily, how could he be that man's disciple?
"What are you talking about? It's just a warm-up."

Kurosaki Ichigo turned his head expressionlessly, blood dripped down the wound on his temple, but this time he didn't wipe it with his hands, but let the blood stain the eye red.

There was a fanatical fighting spirit in the blood-red pupils.

"It's up to you not to be able to hold the knife!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised Zhanyue in his hand, pointing at the enemy in front of him.

"Ha ha……"

Hearing this, Madarame felt the three-section cudgel in his hand and smiled lightly, "It's very arrogant. Ichigo."

"Where did you get your confidence!?"

The unpredictable blade came to Kurosakiichi's body again in an instant.

Kurosaki Ichigo stared intently at the three-section stick with a blade at the end, trying to see clearly its dancing trajectory.

But unfortunately, with the vibration of Madarame's arm, whenever Kurosaki Ichigo saw the trajectory clearly, the trajectory began to change the next moment.

"Too slow! Too slow! Ichigo!"

Madarame stepped forward excitedly.

The attacking style has changed again. The long spear pierces continuously from a certain distance, but the three-section cudgel is different. It can be near or far and is more flexible.

Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes locked on his own blade, he couldn't help laughing.

"Focus on the blade, but you will suffer a lot!"

As he spoke, he blocked Kurosaki Ichigo's Zanpakuto with the two sticks in front of him, approached him, and then swung the last section of the end towards Kurosaki Ichigo's head.

boom--

Judging from the feel of the stick, it was indeed a hit, and Kurosaki Ichigo's was indeed blown away by a powerful force.

Seeing this scene, a calm smile appeared on the corner of Madara's face, "How about it!? Are you only stubborn? The attack of the ghost ball is ever-changing, and you, a rookie, can't keep up, right?"

"Oh? Is that really true?"

Kurosaki Ichigo, who stood up slowly, sneered.

"!?"

A corner of Madarame suddenly looked at Kurosaki Ichigo's hand.

Falling down from that slowly opening hand was... the red tassel hanging from the end of his Zanpakutō.

This kid just blocked the stick with his hand and plucked his hair at the same time! ?

No, more than that.

A corner of Madarame suddenly looked at the end of the ghost lamp pill.

Not only was the red tassel pulled off, but there were also cracks at the end of the long stick.

Although his Ghost Lantern Ball did give up defense in exchange for powerful attack power, but he blocked it with his arm and damaged the Ghost Lantern Ball...

This kid is a bit too outrageous, right?
"I have almost figured out your way."

Kurosaki Ichigo patted the dust on his body lightly, with a smile on his face, "Next, you have to pick it up!"

As he said that, Kurosaki Ichigo's figure disappeared into the corner of Madarame's eyes.

"So fast!" There was a little horror in the corner of Madara's eyes.

Could it be that this kid has been hiding his strength before?
Or... he has completed his 'growth' in a short period of time! ?

Seeing that the Zanpakuto was close at hand, all Madarame had time to do was to raise the ghost ball to defend.

But he seems to have forgotten one thing, that is, what his ghost pill is not good at is defense...

click -

puff--

There was a crisp cracking sound, followed by blood splattering.

The Ghost Lantern Ball broke at the sound, and then a hideous wound appeared on Madarame's chest.

"Damn it..." Madarame panted heavily, looking at the scar on his chest in surprise, he couldn't help cursing secretly.

He was careless.To be broken by such a brat and hurt like this by Zanpakuto...

"But... I can still hold the sword!"

As he said that, the smile on his face became more ferocious, holding the broken ghost lamp pill in his hand, he said with a ferocious expression, and walked towards Kurosaki Ichigo step by step.

tick-

Blood continued to drip.

Facts have proved that not everyone is as resistant to beatings as Kurosaki Ichigo.

Zanpakuto's characteristics are often determined by the characteristics of its owner, and Madarame Kazuki itself is almost a type of high-tech paper defense like his ghost lamp pill.

"call--"

"How is it possible...it's over like this!?"

Although it looked terrifying, within two steps, Madarame was already out of breath.

"You want me to be unable to hold the sword!? Unless it is to cut off my hands and feet! Otherwise, there is no other way!"

"Put away your sword."

Kurosaki Ichigo frowned and looked at the corner of Madarame who was braver than himself.

The outcome has been decided, and there is no point in continuing to fight.

He came here only to save Rukia.

"I do not want."

Madarame waved the ghost lamp ball in his hand, with a stubborn expression on his face.

"What do you mean you don't want it!? The outcome is decided! You should be very clear! You have already lost!"

Facing the oncoming Madarame corner, Kurosaki Ichigo clenched his Zanpakutō tightly.

To be honest, he doesn't really dislike this "narcissistic fool" in front of him. After the incident at Sidanfang, he knows that the "Grim Reaper" in the soul world doesn't seem to be as "ruthless" as he imagined. Like Rukia... Although it is a 'death', most people should be able to get along with themselves in harmony.Guys as ruthless as the man with the spiky hair and the paralyzed face should be in the minority.

(A Sanjing Renji: ???
Kuchiki Byakuya:……)
"What are you talking about...boy!"

A crazy smile appeared on Madarame's face, "Since you've come to the battlefield, you should know... The result of victory or defeat is only life and death! I, Madarame, the third member of the Saraki team, is not... a coward who would bow his head here! "

Saying that, Madarame dragged his seriously injured body and exhausted his last strength to launch a final onslaught towards Kurosaki Ichigo.

"..."

Kurosaki Ichigo watched the idiot approaching in silence.

"Is that so? In your opinion...the only outcome is life and death? Stupid!
If you don't move, you will die!These guys...every one of them thinks life is nothing! ?

You want me, a high school student, to explain the battlefield to you?What are you thinking! ?
All I know is that in my place - the outcome is defined by me!
Why?Because you can't beat me!So what I say counts! "